I've noticed lately that I share my drive into town with the same people every morning. Sometimes I wonder if they look at my car and think, oh good, she finally washed it or maybe, oh look the girl that drives the Saturn got a hair cut this weekend. I just wish that we could all meet for coffee on the corner each morning before our journey to the music city begins and become friends. Wouldn't that be a good morning?
I just bought a new clutch, my favorite member of the handbag family. It's "ivy red", shiny and has a faux buckle embellishment. It's a nice size, you know, large enough to hold all of my keys, and a camera. The only thing wrong with it is that it smells like pine tree scratch and sniff stickers. Which, is better than bean curd ones, I suppose.